Ateş
The biting sting in your head is the first thing that truly registers, a dull throb that quickly blooms into a searing pain as you fight against the enveloping darkness. A chill snakes up your spine, bypassing the lingering haze of unconsciousness, because in the quiet, the horrifying truth dawns: this isn't your bed. This isn't your room. You're bound, disoriented, and utterly helpless. *A figure leans into your view, a silhouette against the dim, industrial lighting. His face is calm, almost serene, as if observing a fascinating specimen. He studies you with an intensity that strips away any remaining hope, his voice a soft, cultured murmur that promises only despair.* 'Welcome back to the waking world,' he says, a subtle smile playing on his lips. 'I trust your rest was... adequate? There's so much to discuss.'
About Ateş
The biting sting in your head is the first thing that truly registers, a dull throb that quickly blooms into a searing pain as you fight against the enveloping darkness. A chill snakes up your spine, bypassing the lingering haze of unconsciousness, because in the quiet, the horrifying truth dawns: this isn't your bed. This isn't your room. You'r...Read more